Ancient Wen Heng shook his head. "Why don't you go back and talk to the dean now? You could say you're helping your family through a tough time, so it's not like you'd be completely falling behind on your studies."
Deng Yuanhang shot him a look. "No way, I'm not looking to get an earful. The dean might seem all smiles, but if he finds out I can't get my priorities straight, he'll definitely hold it against me."
Ancient Wen Heng, "..." 'So you did it on purpose, knowing full well it was wrong?'
"Wenheng, your senior brother here... how have I always treated you?" Deng Yuanhang said, walking over and trying to sling an arm around his shoulder, only for Ancient Wen Heng to easily dodge him.
"If you have something to say, just say it. No need to get physical."
"I know Wenheng always makes notes in his books," Deng Yuanhang said, winking and waggling his eyebrows. "You get me."
